So many schmucks, so little time.
After Evan Almighty, Get Smart and Date Night, I was ready to write Steve Carell off as far as his movies go, but now I'm not so sure. Carell's character in Dinner for Schmucks is like Michael Scott from the office turned up to 11, if 11 is the point at which people start creating dioramas using dead mice. All of the elements we love about Michael -- awkward closeness and overfamiliarity, mispronunciation and lack of vocabulary, odd habits and personal misery -- have been inflated in the character of Barry, and it makes Schmucks immensely entertaining to watch. The amazing supporting cast doesn't hurt, either.